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Cameron paused and gave her a funny look. "Why not?"

"Well, I..." Ellie just gave him a blank stare.

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When she couldn't come up with a verbal reason not to wait for Boston here, Cameron sent her a slow grin. "Good luck," he murmured and then winked, disappearing out the door before she could say anything else.

Letting out a little sigh of frustration, Ellie ran her hands through her hair and turned in a slow circle. She went about closing all the wall panels Cameron had just opened. Then she returned to the secretary's outer office and sat in one of the black leather waiting chairs.

Boston showed up less than five minutes later. She could hear his voice mixed with a stranger

's as soon as the elevator doors opened down the hall. Clasping her cold hands together in fear, she waited until he and his client, an older gray-haired man, appeared in the door before she pushed to her feet.

"Ellie?" Boston said and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hello," she said, sending an apologetic look his client's way. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. Cameron said I could wait here until—"

"Nonsense," Boston's companion told her. "I was just popping in to schedule another meeting with Kincaid here.

Then I'll be on my way. We just got back from dinner," the stranger explained as if he thought Ellie should be privy to everything Boston did.

"Cassie?" Boston asked, looking concerned as he stepped toward her.

"She's with your mother?"

That news stopped him cold. "My mother?"

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"Diane seemed more than happy to watch her for a few hours."

It took a second, but Boston finally treated her to a slow smile. "I'm sure she was," he murmured. Then he realized he still had a client standing there, watching them.

"I'll be right with you," he said quietly, giving her a slightly concerned look before turning back to his job and flipping open a datebook that lay on the secretary's desk.

But just as the two men began to hash out their schedules, the phone rang. Boston frowned at it and looked indecisive for a moment before he turned the datebook toward his client.

"Just pencil in any free spot during the weekdays," he told the man and quickly started for the open door of his office. "I have to get that."

The man waved him on distractedly as he studied the open dates.

Wondering if she should just go, Ellie stood there fidgeting.

The client finally chose a time and after writing it in, he glanced her way. "Could you tell him I picked the fourteenth at ten?"

Ellie offered him a warm smile. "Sure," she said.

He nodded and left.

Boston was still on the phone, looking engrossed in his conversation. Ellie bit her lip. This was a bad idea; she should go.

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